What matters most, matters always, matters most in spite of all things that matter?
Everyone goes through motions, aimlessly routine actions – as if sleepwalking our way through – or driving familiar routes, then not knowing what we’ve seen for the last half-hour.
Going through a desk-day, pushing things around, wondering what we could possibly have accomplished – then to have someone inquire, “so, what have you been doing today?”
We go completely blank sometimes.
Not only do we have those short-term memory failures, we don’t have much to show for our time spent let alone cogent memory of it …
Yet morning comes, our engine is started once again, and we dive in, thrive in, that pool of mush and guts called our day.
Mine got off to a very early start – my normal Tuesday.
I make coffee before I go to bed – ready to hit that start-button when I get up at 4:30. The alarm goes off at 4:00, but I rationalize that 4:30 will be just fine. I’ve reduced my coffee consumption from two-three pots a day down to one pot per week.
A piece to load on my newsletter website – one part transcribing notes, putting on paper recollections of an interview I’ve done, recalling conversation, barely awake – stimulated by my once weekly caffeine bombardment, by the early hour’s fresh air floating through the screen wrapped in bird songs indicating the sun will soon rise again.
What is it?
That which drives us?
What drives you, what drives me?
What drives us to do, give, reach, stretch, teach and excel?
What makes us?
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 10C / 49F, bird chirping chorus everywhere, warm, sunny, showers in the forecast … Gusta wet with dew, she would have happily walked all morning. Me too, but work beckons … maybe a bike ride and gym visit later, or maybe both, or maybe a very long dog-walk.